Free Tempting Her Best Friend by Gina L Maxwell

the last warning he’d allow her before making good on his intentions. “But be damn sure you want me to stop before you call it. Because not only will the game stop. Everything stops. I’ll go home and pretend none of this happened.”
    “Wait.” Her hands came up to rest—but not push—against his chest. Again, her body betrayed her words, furthering his resolve. Limpid pools of aqua blue stared up at him, her whispered protest as feeble as her physical one. “Just let me think—”
    “You think too much, Aly,” he said. “And I’m done waiting.”
    Holding her head, Dillon crushed his mouth to hers and unleashed the passion he’d stifled for so many years. Her lips yielded, but her frame remained rigid. He could almost hear the gears turning between her ears. He needed to ramp things up if he was going to get those things to take a damn break. A challenge he happily accepted.
    Sliding one hand down to her ass, he loosely gripped a fistful of hair with the other. Then, without warning, he tightened both hands and pulled her in hard. When she gasped in surprise, he slanted his mouth and thrust his tongue inside to meet hers. He half expected her to rebel—to push him away and call a stop to everything—but she did just the opposite.
    At last, Alyssa let herself go. Her arms snaked up around his neck, and she melted against him with a barely audible whimper. It was the sound of her ceding defeat as her brain surrendered to the wanton needs of her body.
    She dropped her head back as she exhaled his name, half prayer, half plea. It slipped into his ears and sank into his memory to live there for the rest of his days. If nothing happened beyond that point, he’d at least have the sound of his name on her lips, whispered in the heat of passion.
    He kissed a trail down her neck, the long day’s worth of stubble rasping over her skin. He licked at the hollow of her throat and then continued between her collarbones as he reached beneath her hair and unhooked the straps of her dress to bare her breasts to him.
    His mouth descended on a pale pink nipple, causing her to moan and rake her nails over his scalp. Goddammit, he wanted to go slow. Take his time and memorize every inch, every freckle, every curve. He’d dreamed of this moment for years and now he finally had the reality. But he couldn’t control himself. He felt like the driest of deserts and she the rarest of summer rains. He had to soak up as much of her as he could before she moved on to greener pastures.
    He moved to her other nipple and drew it deep into his mouth as he pushed the rest of her dress over her hips to fall forgotten on the floor. With an arm around her back, he used his other hand to test the crotch of her black silk panties, already damp with her arousal.
    “Oh my God,” she said, rocking her pelvis to grind against his fingers.
    Standing up straight, he studied her. Flushed and red in all the right places; his mouth and beard had left evidence wherever he’d kissed, sucked, and abraded. Those were his marks. He wasn’t sure what he liked more. The image or the knowledge. Probably both, but one thing was for sure. It made his dick harder than a steel spike and his balls ache for release like they’d been on lockdown for a year.
    Left only in her thong panties and fuck-me boots, she looked exactly how she’d wanted to look this weekend: very, very fuckable.
    He slipped his fingers inside the black silk and stroked her wet folds. A weak moan tripped from her lips as she arched into him like a cat in heat. Unable to resist the temptation, he sank two fingers deep inside. Alyssa threw her head back and cried out, her nails digging into his triceps as she tried to hold on.
    “Damn,” he rasped, pumping his hand in rhythm with her breaths. “You’re so hot. So fucking hot and wet.”
    She started to swell and grow tight around his fingers, her muscles tense as her orgasm gathered its strength. She’d fly apart with a stiff breeze at